I was a male slut. Women used me. Some sorority girls invited me to a party at their house once and got me drunk and passed me around like a bowl of french onion chip dip. Then, the other sororities heard about this incident, and, well, let’s just say that I was the most popular boy on campus. Phone calls at all hours of the night. Packages with panties in them and a note with a name and phone number. Oh, I heard the other guys whispering behind my back. “He’s such a slut”.....”He’ll do it with anyone”.....”No woman will want to marry him with his reputation”. One day, I finally realized that these women were just using me to satisfy their sexual urges. That’s when I started charging them. Lost it all in the dot com bubble. Regrets? Hey, anytime you see a woman sitting there with a half-smile on her face, it’s because she’s remembering me. The power of the horn of the unicorn is amazing.

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posted on 03/07/2012 1:04:50 PM PST
by blueunicorn6
("A crack shot and a good dancer")

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